RAVENSBANE [Frowning darkly at Dickon.] Stop talking; permit me! A tutor should know his place.
DICKON [Rubbing his hands.] Nay, your lordship is beyond comparison.
RAVENSBANE [In a terrible voice.] She will come? I shall see her? [Enter Micah.]
MICAH Pardon, my lord.
RAVENSBANE [Turning joyfully to Micah.] Is it she?
MICAH Captain Bugby, my lord, the Governor’s secretary.
DICKON Good. Squire Talbot’s second. Show him in.
RAVENSBANE [Flinging despairingly into a chair.] Ah! ah
MICAH [Lifting the flails from the table.] Beg pardon, sir; shall I remove—
DICKON Drop them; go.